Journey Series

Monday, July 24, 2017

Hope all had a great
week. Mine was a bit up and down, but I managed to complete my Camp NaNo
writing challenge of 25,000 words. I actually wrote 30,000+ words. I still have
another 2-4 chapters to complete the story I was free writing on. Looking
forward to finding out the ending to the story. It sure took a different twist
than I expected. It went down its own path like rolling steam from a shower.

That thought is what led
to this week’s flash fiction scene. Hope you enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar
when you read.

Julia

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Note This is an unedited scene

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I wiped sweat off my
forehead, cursing the obnoxious hot water. I’d wanted a cool shower to evaporate
my steam rolling emotions, not one hot enough to create more steam.

“You going to listen to
me?”

Did Cal really think I
cared what he had to say? I didn’t. Wouldn’t. Never again.

“Please, Bethany, please
listen to me.”

Nope. If I had, he would
have ended up curled in on himself screaming at a higher pitch than a man
should even make. He still might have if I saw him again. Thankfully, for him
at least, and maybe my knee, the steam covered shower blocked my view of him.

“Leave.” I reached
through the shower curtain, snatching up my towel.

“Will you let me explain
myself?”

“Why should I?” She ran the
lavender scented towel up and down her arm. “You accepted a transfer without
asking me if I wanted to move to Texas.”

Texas of all places.
Desert. Heat. Extreme heat. Southern talk. Cowboys. Okay, that part might have
been okay. Cowboys wore tight ass jeans. Or the ones in the movies did. She wouldn’t
have minded seeing Cal in a pair.

What was she thinking?
Cal had accepted a position in Texas. Without asking her? He knew how she felt
about hot weather. It’s why they lived where there was a limited amount of hot
days. More than she liked, but not so many she suffocated to death on them.

“It was that, or I lose
my job. Completely.”

I jerked the curtain
aside. “Well, you have lost your wife. Completely.” She stepped out, knocking him
aside and marching into their bedroom for the last five years.

“You serious!” Cal’s
words came out squeaky, but his anger lurked in them.

She was, wasn’t she? Yes.
She was. “I am.”

“You would throw away our
marriage because I chose my job?”

“It’s not the job.” Did
he not get it? Was he that stupid?

“Then what is it?”

“You did not consult me
on such a major decision.” She slung her towel in his face and jerked her
underwear on. “You made a life changing decision without even asking my
opinion.”

“I had to decide then.
Not like I wanted to.”

“You will not get it. Will
you?” She threw her hands up in the air.

“You will not either,
will you?” He sighed. “They did not give me time to call you. It was answer
them then, or they took the offer to Frank.”

“Then you should have
told them no.” She tugged her grown over her head. “Sleep on the couch until
you leave for Texas.” She tossed her hands at the door. “I’m going to bed.” She
threw the covers back and crawled under them.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Hope all had a great week.
Mine was busy. I’m taking on the Camp NaNorWr Challenge. My word goal for July
is 25,000 free written words. I’ve made it past the halfway point. Yeah. Soon
as I reach that goal I will be returning to editing Collar of Truth,
Human-Skinned Wolves Book 5. Still got lots of work on it. That’s is why this
week’s Flash Fiction Post is a short one. Literally.

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Rex growled, letting his
wolf surge forward, which did little to ease Rex’s displeasure in his Alpha.
Alpha’s were supposed to keep peace among the Pack, not promote violence between
two of his subject. Specially, not the Gamma and the Omega. Something had to be
done. An Omega was to be revered, not tortured. He could not stand by and
watch. Beta’s had the right to step in, but he was supposed to have permission
first. Unless . . .

“Rex, don’t!”

Shanna’s shout with right
through his body, but he could not hold his wolf back. He was in mid-air for
only a second before his massive gray wolf slammed into his Alpha.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Hope all had an amazing
week, last week. Mine was a busy one.
Camp NaNo started July 1st, so I’ve been working on some new
material, while editing on Collar of Truth, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 5. The
exhaustion that built up in me while doing both I what inspire this week’s
flash fiction scene. Hope you guys enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar
when you read.

Julia

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Note This is an unedited scene

ADULT CONTENT

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Tap. Tap. Tap. It as all I
had heard since I walked through the door. It drowned out the squeak of my shoes
against the freshly waxed floor.

“Will you hurry up. We are
going to be late.”

Late. Who cared? All she
would do is donate more of the hard earned money I made. She loved to spend the
money, but despised me to throw her behind on her arrival to all her rich-scuk
ass friends. Nope. It was my job to bring home enough money to keep her living
the high-social life she grew accustom to the day we said I do. Worse decision
of my life. Don’t get me wrong. I love my wife, but I hate how snobby she has
become.

“I mean it, Coby.”

I knew she did. If I made
her one minute later, she would have a cow when we got home. Not something I could
afford. I still had at least four hours of work to do after the benefit. If I didn’t
get it done then I would not be able to get Mr. Coffee out of his murder
charge, meaning I would never get paid, meaning she would have less money to
spend.

“Ready.” I tightened my
tie and tugged my sleeves down.

She came up to me and
fake kissed each of my cheek and then gave me a light kiss on the lips. “You
look amazing.”

Those were the small
moments that I looked forward to since I said I do. No matter how aggravated I get
at being rushed or working so hard, it was those times that she dropped into
the soft, sexy tone that drew me to her the first time I saw her standing in
the line to the portable, green bathrooms at the Park Festival.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Hope all are ready to
celebrate our freedom and those who serve and have given their lives inorder to
keep those freedoms for us. That is sort of what today’s flash fiction scene is
about. However, the idea for this scene came from a mythical photo I found on
Pinetrest.

Ray hovered over the pool
of freedom, soaking up the energy that her forefathers had generosity given
their lives for. Each year the current leader of the Energy Fay, sacrificed his
life eldest son’s life. Her family had six souls buried inside the depth of the
pool of freedom. Kind of made her happy that she was not a male, then again . .
.

“You here again?”

“Yes, father.”

He knelt beside me,
taking my hand away from the pool. “It is not wise for you to keep visiting the
pool.”

“Why not?”

This was a conversation
they’d had for the last two weeks. His answer hadn’t explained why since the
first night, and Ray doubted tonight would be any different.

“You do not need to know
why.” He tugged her up and tucked her under his arm. “Daughter, you are not the
one that will give your life for our people.”

“I know.”

“Then there is no reason
for you to come here?”

“There is.”

“Why?”

“My son will one day join
our ancestors. I want to know where and how the pool of energy gives us the
freedom from the Gray Witch.” More than that. I wanted to know why I would have
to sacrifice my eldest child one day.

“We do not know that.”

I did. My future had been
predicted two weeks ago by the All-Seerer. She had searched me down while I was
cleaning my wings and drew me aside and informed me that my destiny had been
decided. Not a fact that every daughter or son of the current leader earned. No
one knew why some received such a gift and others did not.

I wasn’t sure it was a
gift. I might have been better off not knowing that I would come out victorious
in the Battle of Leadership that took place each year. Other words, I would
defeat my father and take his place.

“You are not going to
tell me more than that, are you daughter?”

“No, father.”

“Good.” He hugged me
tight and gave me a light push towards my tent. “Get some sleep and do not let
me find you at the pool again.”

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I write and publish adult paranormal romance, as well as gay paranormal romance. My life is a pretty simple one, family, dogs, and my writings. Strong belief in you can't learn from mistakes if they aren't pointed out to you.